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Just what is a Boogeyman anyway?
A Boogeyman refers to an individual authorized and recognized by Halloween to uphold and enforce the law. Their job specifics can be difficult to pin down: sometimes they act like the police, othertimes like a member of an army. Not all Boogeymen take jobs on the front line, as there are plenty of backjobs from scientist to jailer to minipet tracker to so much more!

How can I identify a Boogeyman?
The easiest way is to look for someone in a cloak. Apart from the cloak, most Boogeymen wear a bodysuit however some opt to wear excessively formal or extremely casual clothes. If you're unsure, ask to see their badge. If they refuse to show their badge, then you are likely dealing with an imposter. Please report said imposter to an authorize Boogeyman immediately, or dial 999 on your skellyphone immediately.

What traits does a Boogeyman badge have?
A badge can only be summoned by a Boogeyman, or Boogeyman in training. This badge will also double as their identification card; the back will contain their name, rank, and their general duties. As a Boogeyman does a large number of various jobs, the tasks one particular Boogeyman is used to doing will be displayed here.

How can I tell a real badge from a fake?
There are two methods. The first is that the center of a Boogeyman badge will display the emblem of someone who vouches for the badge carrier. The clarity (or how well you can see this emblem) is dependent entirely on how well their standing is with someone. If the emblem is faint, then you'll know the badge carrier currently isn't in high standing.

In addition, the bottom of the badge has the mascot of the Boogeyman for that region. To use an example, for the Amityville area it is a bat. If you place your thumb (or appendage) over this bat and say "ID," the bat should turn black and the badge itself will glow. Upon handing it back to the Boogeyman, the bat should turn the same color as their cloak and stop glowing.

Is there a differance in Boogeyman cloaks?
Not really. The color of a cloak is dependant on the Fear of the officer who created it. Typically the more patterns and colors in a cloak, the more difficult it is to reproduce and the more Fear it takes to make it.

What about lengths?
Just like color, the length of a Boogeyman cloak is dependant on the officer who created it. However, the officers that work desk jobs tend to favor the shorter near-shawl short lengths whereas those on the job favor the longer and more dramatic-looking ones.

How much does a Boogeyman earn?
Pay is dependent on how much effort an officer puts in, and what they preferred to be paid in. Some are paid with silver seeds whereas others are paid in additional Fear amounts. Different cases have different rewards (if any).

Why do it?
Answer varies depending on the Boogeyman themselves. It would be wise to ask your local officers and get their opinions!

Is it true that the Boogeymen sometimes offer jobs to civilians?
If you are referring to becoming a Boogeyman? Then yes.
If you aren't, then yes to that as well! The Boogeymen sometimes offer jobs to civilians looking to earn additional cash. Inside the Boogeyman head quarters there is a board where anyone can post a job request, and anyone can accept a job request as well. If you want additional information regarding a job, please consult the Job Counter at your local Boogeyman HQ.

What's up with all the bats?
The bat is this region's Boogeyman mascot! Other popular Boogeymen mascots are the cat, snake, and scorpion.



Asked Questions:

In addition to the bat plushes she claims to have stitched together herself, it appears that Red also has a collection of blank bat plushes ready to be customized. She also has fabric pens you can use, however said plushes happen to be behind her. In order to get one, it looks like you'll have to do a couple things...

What was this? Shehk, who had been walking amongst the booths, found herself stopping as she passed a booth that didn't look as though it was something for a game. It may have been just that which made it interest her, prompting the pricolici to approach it quietly.

She looked to Red, nodding once, before she picked up one of the pamphlets to start reading through it. Boogeymen. This was a Boogeyman booth! Oooohhhh!! Her tail began to wag with much more excitement than before as she looked things over.

Then she looked to Red with (absolutely) no recognition of her. "Can I see your ID?" she asked, looking hopeful. Hey, you couldn't just talk about that without her wanting to see it. "Are Boogeymen allowed to work more than one job, or do you just stay at the school as a hobby or-" This could have gone on for a while if she didn't trail off there to wait for an actual answer.

Hethel not so much approached the booth as allowed the louder areas to gradually herd her toward it, repelled by the noise. It was like she'd finally escaped from within a flight of pestering magpies, except with a few still clinging to her- indeed, a couple humbugs had attached themselves to her back, having been drawn to the soft spectral glow of a spirit and the warmth of fur. She paid them no mind, instead seeming to deflate somewhat in a sigh of relief.

A stand full of bat plushies rose before her, manned by a ghoul in red. This figure, though iconic to the school, was suspect and unfamiliar to her. Then again, most things around here carried some form of foreboding sense. Observing the white wolf reading the pamphlets cued her to do the same. Hethel shuffled toward the desk, figuring that if she was going to spend most of the event in this blessedly quieter place, she might as well find out what it is.

Apparently, there was some kind of order-enforcement around after all. A profession of stealth, keeping watch over others. Compared to the more rambunctious things to do at a House Cup, this was undoubtedly more her style. However, could a new student even apply? Some questions were in order.



Her handwriting was so shaky it looked like a dismantled nest. In fact, Hethel could not recall the last time she had written. She tried the pen again a few times, a mass of feathers curled over paper, until effort and focus paid off. Finally, she gingerly slipped the now legible questions into the box, peering at Red from under her owlycowl all the while. The white wolf was asking to see her badge, and Hethel was curious as to what would happen.

"Good day," Red returned the greeting with a nod, eying what he was doing to the plush. If he unraveled one loose thread --

Another ghoul appeared. Red nodded towards her as well, along with a quiet "Hello." Seeing her drop questions into the box also granted her a nod of approval.

After eying the booth from a safe distance for a few minutes, the lanky undead finally approached, albeit a bit hesitantly. He hadn't been doing a very good job at blending into the crowd, considering the fact that he loomed over most of them by a good distance, but he'd tried nonetheless. The pamphlets were his first target, and Elium picked one up with care, silent for the moment. He wasn't the only one at the booth, and it seemed a bit rude to try talking over the questions currently ongoing. Perhaps he'd wait until there was an acceptable lull in the conversation before speaking--but for now, he could at least read the material.

After flipping through it, he turned his attention to the question box, pausing for a moment before picking up pen and paper. He soon had a few questions written out, the handwriting angular and spidery; at least it was mostly legible, anyway. That had to count for something.



There was a small note underneath the last question.
Only asking because I prefer to avoid combat.
He'd rather not let anybody get the wrong idea, now.

Surprised at being talked to, Hethel stuttered her response at Red. "H-hello. I-..." she swallowed, looking for something to clear her embarrassment, and tentatively pointed to a blank bat plushie. "May I?"

She settled at the end with the fabric markers, keeping an eye on other approaching figures. One of them even seemed like a bird. Plague doctors and their like were certainly a curiosity, and this one even tall enough to perch on for a smooth takeoff. His handwriting was enviably practiced, at least compared to her own. She looked away and back to the booth's host before she could give in to the temptation to read someone else's questions.